One--I completed the report I should have turned in four days ago and did the chores I'd been white-eyeing for over a week.
Two--I was clean and dressed by 11:45--a weekend personal best for me (for although I will wake for the crack o' dawn, I refuse to get dressed up for it).
Three--I had already spent most of Saturday working my way through multiple episodes of TiVo'ed CSI: Miami and several assorted Netflix movies. It was an exhausting, grueling workout, but Muffin Uptown was there to tag-team it with me, and I no longer had hours of television hanging over my head.
Four--A quick scrambled-egg sandwich and I was finally ready to devote the entire afternoon to Harry Potter.
I was only on page 115 (never in mundane jane history have I taken so long to masticate a book), everyone else I knew had already finished it, and they were falling all over themselves to let something slip. Finally--nothing was standing between me and the conclusion of the saga of Harry Potter.
I fell asleep over page 121. For two and a half hours.
I'm going to have to hire someone to finish this book for me.
photo, © Jenny Rollo